Free time on the weekends is like looking for a toy in a cereal box. You have to go through all sorts of crap to find it and in the end it's not nearly as fun as you thought it would be.
In 1979, Forrest Gump started running.
When he got tired, he slept.
When he got hungry, he ate.
When he had to go, you know, he went.
3 years, 2 months, 14 days, and 16 hours later, he stopped... and went home.
He'd run 13,089 miles.
How long will it take Forrest (and the good people of the internet) to do it again?